Ange ➳ jjk+kth

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Taehyung is in a state of uncontrollable tears by the time he successfully lumbers back to his room, sleeve icky with snot and his nose and eyes alike a shocking shade of red.

He was fortunate enough to not have met any concerned eyes, feeling the need to be alone for now and hopefully carve the image of his partner's gruelling stare from his mind.

Maybe what he done wasn't the right idea? But then was he to let two people die on his behalf?

Even so, what had happened, had happened and there was no turning back time, instead he must come to turns to what he had done and overcome the throttling ball of guilt and betrayal that builds at his chest.

Sniffling, he lifts the covers to his chin, fingers curling at the remnants of rather soggy tissue as he stares openly at the smoothed floorboards of his room, body aching from his exerting actions that obviously his injured muscles were not too willingly to participate in.

Had his plan to save Baekhyun and Chanyeol even sufficed? Were the two even alive? If they were, were they well? Had they been tortured or treated like normal people? Or even, had they escaped somehow?

With queries swarming across the black abyss of his pounding mind, he falls asleep, cheeks wet with tears and breathing hiccuped and whinny.

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He chooses not to share his accounts with mafia leader to his friends, Jin not commenting on the boy's flushed cheeks and swollen eyes as he redoes his dressings, instead offering the tempting idea of a sweet beverage and freshly baked sweets.

Jimin seems to catch on with the drift, pink lips lifted in a gentle smile as he spurts all sorts of nonsense to hopefully pull a grin at the boy's solemn expression.

Taehyung admires his friend's attempts to brighten his terribly sodden mood but the daunting expression of cold eyes that had once stated at him without utmost adoration, were now imprinted against his eyelids in the form of robust black ink.

"How 'bout we go down to the main hall, hm?"Jin pips up, lips rugged down into a frown as he peers pitifully at the dismal boy.

The silver-haired male shoots the elder a rather bemused expression, fingers intertwined with the blond's, "Main hall? Why?"

"Socialise? Maybe meeting new people would be good for you Tae? Get your mind of things?"

The blond is no mood whatsoever to plaster a fabricated smile to his lips and greet people he didn't really wish to engage with, but the hopeful glint in his friend's eyes and their continuous efforts to please him made him terribly guilty.

Begrudgingly, he lifts his head and offers a believable smile, "To the main hall we go!"

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The whole prospect of 'socialising' as Jin liked to call it, didn't seem as the best idea. For one, there were too much suggestive eyes that loitered on the blond's naive figure and a rather fair share of envious glares.

The eldest of his friend's seems to be greatly eager to roam around groups of clustered men, occasionally halting to exchange a few words with a range of various hair-coloured men, some more intimidating than others. Jimin however, had swapped his adorable personality of eye smiles and cheeky giggles to a stone cold persona that terrified even Taehyung who he stayed glued to.

"Taeyong!"Jin suddenly exclaims, striding forward to embrace a red-haired male in a friendly hug, "How long has it been? Two months?"

"Three, give or take."the man grins cooly, gaze fleeting momentarily over the two males behind Jin, "Jeon gave me a few jobs, some more shitty than others."